After being murdered during a raid in a meth lab, veteran officer Nick is transported to the afterlife where he is forced to enlist in R.I.P.D. which stands as the Rest In Peace department. The R.I.P.D. protects the living from monstrous undead spirits that disguise themselves as ordinary people in an effort to escape final judgement. When Nick is partnered with Veteran officer, Roy Pulsifer, the new partners are forced to look past their differences in order to save humanity from a sinister plot. Robert Schwentke's R.I.P.D. is a generic CGI-porn infused Hollywood blockbuster that draws heavily from Men in Black. If there is one aspect of R.I.P.D that is distinct, it manages to be the first film I can recall that Jeff Bridges wasn't able to save. Jeff Bridges has made a career of making mediocre films better in recent years but even his over-indulgent cowboy caricature can't make this film particularly watchable. From the story to the characters, nothing about R.I.P.D. is compelling, with even the film's best comedic idea, Roy and Nick's avatars on earth being Marisa Miller and James Hong, is over-used to the point of drudgery. R.I.P.D. is a premiere example of the current problem with Hollywood Blockbusters, being a lazy, generic, CGI-fest with no redeeming qualities.
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